Poems

[Marcus1]

Life

Oh how miserable life is
But that moment
smell of raspberries in a field
leftover coffee in a small shop
a meaningless ride home at night
that moment...
what else does this miserable life
have to offer?



Poem

We do not know the way to the darkness of the word
or the excellent silence
concealed inside our poems
we only know the drumbeat of our own pain
and the flickering beauty of a land's best light lost

All we are and can be
is a poem
that will never come home again.

[Delta40]

I like them both but prefer the second one. The lines are strong and resonate well.

You can afford to leave out miserable in the last line of the first poem.

Thanks x